In case you have not noticed, when someone greets you with, “Hello. How are you doing?”, it is not an inquiry into the state of your health or well-being. And the polite response, “I’m fine,” is equally vague and noncommittal.
It should not be surprising in a capitalistic culture that the majority of Americans have too much junk. Junk may seem like an extreme term for the desiderata clogging drawers, stuffed in closets, hidden away in the attic, cluttering every horizontal surface, or out-of-sight-out-of-mind in an offsite storage facility. But junk it is.
The green moss on the red rock offered a soft landing that broke his fall
All that glitters is not gold…says the monkey peeing in the moonlight
Lies, all lies!
The moon is not made of green cheese
The apple does not fall far from the tree
You will never amount to anything!
Girls are not good at math
You are too tall to dance
You are too short to climb
You are too ugly to smile
You are too dumb to pass
You are doomed to fail
People will laugh at you when you fumble
Nobody cares what you have to say
Nobody wants to hear
You will never learn to play the piano -
Too many keys, not enough fingers!
Lies, all lies…
I may not touch the moon but I can imagine it to be green
The apple may fall near the tree, but it can roll far away
The glisten may not be gold as you know it, but it can nurture the ground
All that glitter can be gold, just open your mind and imagine
Imagine it, feel it and manifest it.
I can, I want to, I choose to….
February is Valentine’s month. I grew up in a culture much different from the US. I have been here for 35 years, more years than I lived in the country where I was born and spent the first 18 years of my life. Eighteen years was enough time to be much enculturated in the local traditions.